Unwanted Mate Of The Lycan Kings
Chapter 58

Stepping into the corridor, I replace Regan leaving his room, he stops the moment he spots me and Iavert my gaze from him to the window, unable to even look at him. After everything he said earlier,that he would help me against Zeke and now he just hands me over to him. It makes me sick.

"Z.1" Regan says, touching my arm. I jerk away from his touch.

"Don’t call me that, we are not familiar, you made that very clear.” I spit at him

Zeke steps out beside me, he glances between us. “Issue?” Zeke purrs seizing my arm. Regan’s jawclenches and Zeke smiles at me mockingly.

“No, don't we have a date?” I ask him and his smile widens, eyes flashing sinisterly. He pulls metoward the double doors at the end and just as we reach them, I hear Regan’s bedroom door slam,making me peer over my shoulder at it. I swallow down the lump that has formed in my throat andfocus my attention on trying to keep up with Zeke.

He leads me downstairs and into the dining room where I see breakfast is set up, he plucks an applefrom the fruit bowl and tosses it to me. “Breakfast!” he states, dragging me back out. Shaking myhead. “Wow, a breakfast for champions, huh?" I ask taking a bite out of it.

“I know, only the best for my future wifey, lucky you.” Zeke chuckles and I roll my eyes, he leads methrough the castle and down a path that leads towards the maze and I groan, hoping we aren'thunting in there. Just before we reach the crest of the hill, he pulls me down another track leadingtoward the stables.

He says nothing the entire time, he is on a mission. A mission to kill me and when we reach stablestwo guards open the doors and Zeke all but throws me inside. I barely catch myself on a bale of haywhile he wanders to the back and through a door before calling out to me.

"You have two minutes, pick what you want. We are heading into the woods.” he snaps and I pushoff the bale, walking past where the servant women scrubbed me raw the first night I came here. Aninvoluntary shudder slivers through me at the memory. Shaking the feeling off I move to the opendoor to where Zeke disappeared too. Stepping into the room I replace it's a storage room of some sort.“Pick your weapon!” he motions toward the back wall and I give it a glance before turning to facehim.

“You're kidding right? We're going hunting, and I get offered a fucking pitchfork?” Zeke snickers.“Take it or leave it.” he shrugs. Pressing my lips in a line, I spot a hessian bag and snatch it up,walking over to the rack of garden tools and other useless shit I try to figure out what to pick. Zekemoves behind me and I glance at him to see him about to walk out of the room

"Aren“t you going to pick your weapon?” I ask him and he smirks.

“Your looking at it.” he laughs stepping out of the room. Exhaling in frustration I turn back to therack of crap. I spot some rope and grab it down, then an old rusty knife that doesn't look like itcould cut anything. I look over the other tools, replaceing pitchforks, and a shovel. Turning, I peeraround at the other walls and shelves coming up empty. Unless I wanted to dig a hole or shovel shit,this is useless, it is either too heavy to run around with or will only slow me down.

Chucking them over my shoulder I turn for the door when I see a small ax hanging next to the door.A smile splits onto my face seeing the blade nice and sharp, and it almost looks brand new. Now anaxe is something I am definitely familiar with. Grabbing it, my fingers fit perfectly around the handle,it isn't very big, maybe about the size of my forearm. Similar to the one I had back at the cave. I tossit in my bag and walk out to replace Zeke unbuttoning his shirt.

He motions toward the doors leading out and I shake my head walking toward them, stopping atthe entrance.

"Are you coming?” I ask when he doesn't follow, I have no idea where we are going.

“You have a ten minute head start.” he says not even looking at me, instead he peels his shirt offand tosses it aside.

"Excuse me?”

“I would run fast if I were you. There is nothing I love more than the hunt.” he says, glancing over hisshoulder and smiling sadistically at me.

“Run, Zirah. I'll be right on heels.” his eyes flicker and his canines elongate his face twisting into aLycan's and I gasp. Turning, I run out of the stables to replace a guard. He laughs and points toward thewoods while I just wanted to run back to the castle. Yet when I attempt to, he steps into my path,pointing me in the opposite direction toward the path leading to the woods off the side of themaze. Cursing, I take off for the trees, hearing the guards’ rancorous laughter behind me.

Stepping into the woods, the high canopy trees block out most of the sun, and it takes me a secondfor my eyes to adjust to the lack of light. I can barely see anything in here as I move hesitantlybetween the trees, stumbling over broken branches and old logs, I try my best to navigate the thickterrain that seems to go down a bit of a hill.

Ten minutes later and I am definitely lost, I hear a loud howl ring out which makes me stop. Myheart rate rises and I rummage through the bag, pulling out the axe before I take off running. Myfeet slapping the moist earth sound so loud as I run for my life, knowing that the only thing beinghunted in these woods is me.